{ feeling : horribly sad
{ hearing : the simpsons on fox

I wonder when my parents will run out of "nice" ways to say, "Diona, you are a selfish fuck-up. You should have listened to us and just went into school for the money. Money equals happiness! Your interests don't equal money thus does not equal happiness! Why don't you at least try to listen to us right now because we are always right and you are just a fuck-up so you are always wrong."

Constant disappointment right here! Constant.

Yes, I know they tell me things for my own good. Yes, I know they are worried about me and want me to succeed but when they mutter things behind my back thinking I don't hear or understand it? Or when they are still confused on what my degree is for? Or when they don't even ask to see or want to see any work I've done? I don't even know anymore.

This is so high school. I thought I would be done with this but I guess not. Fail.

In other news, we found a condo but if you couldn't guess, it's probably not going to happen after about two or three months of waiting and searching. Also, IMAX has been reducing hours for everyone significantly for the past few weeks. This week, I don't even have twenty hours. A second job would be good but all my attempts at jobs so far have been ruined by my inability to stand out at the actual interview.

In short ...

Shirt is care of Pictures for Sad Children. The hoodie version is pretty fantastic.